| Real life shit
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| Shawncey and LV
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| Easy on that LV though
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| Maybe we gotta leave it all to fate
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| Maybe we gotta go separate ways
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| Maybe we gotta slow it down at times
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| Cause we moving too fast to see the signs
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| Too fast to see the signs
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| Cause baby you feel the same way you do
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| Maybe I’m buggin' out offa you
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| Cause maybe you’re just too good to be true
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| Maybe so, maybe not
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| Maybe I am the nigga for you, maybe I’m not
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| Maybe we rush things being too hot
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| Maybe we just chill and let god figure it out
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| And the same after we fall just gettin little more
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| Say she hate this rap shit
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| But it’s what we livin' offa
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| Maybe she hate it cause she always number two
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| And every time she need me there’s somethin' I gotta do
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| Decisions made in the livin' and I’m always away
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| But the fist come every month
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| And them bills get paid
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| No money can make up time
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| Cause I’m gon' make up every minute I missed I promise
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| Every time we beefin'
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| Remember when I love you like cooked food from Evelyn’s
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| Chopped wings from the Chino’s
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| After the arguments start gettin' E-mo
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| Kissy face E-mos
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| You know how we roll
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| Maybe so, maybe not
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| Maybe I am the nigga for you, maybe I’m not
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| Maybe we rush things being too hot
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| Maybe we just chill and let god figure it out
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| Cause when in doubt a different route
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| I be zippin' out
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| Before you get the sentence out, know you got the slickest mouth
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| That aggression gotta dick her down then sit her down
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| Let’s kick it now, boggle a nigga to get it out
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| She say «I'm vain» and then she pout
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| Maybe the lack of attention is what it’s bout
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| I’m in the lab like the graveyard shift
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| She on the love and war shit singing Tamar shit
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| She a rider not a brain washed chick, she get it
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| Situation gotta stash that grip, she wit' it
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| Scream my name when I fuck her and she arched
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| Tatted on her back and tatted on her heart
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| Let’s never be apart |